This listening prayer
began to feel
less like doing
and more like
falling —
a trading in
of tightly held ideas
of what this life
should be —
an ever so slight
clinging
to only the empty
space in my heart
where there was
calm.
Category: Quieting
Here
My heart’s song
was in the natural way
I finally vowed
to go to the core —
to drop everything
and explore
a natural moment
of stillness —
to listen deeply
to nature and art —
to accept only
what was right
in front of me —
without labels,
withought thoughts
of being fixed —
without a need
to understand,
heal or change
anything.
I began to listen
here.
Enough
When it really
came down to it,
much of what
I thought I needed
wasn’t it.
It was enough
to quiet my heart
and follow
the quiet,
wordless prayer
I found there.
And it was there —
even as a whisper —
even when I
couldn’t hear.
It was at the bottom
of what I thought
was a search
for something else.
A Quieting
I gathered up
all of the pieces
I once thought
were broken.
And there was
a quieting,
a listening
silent prayer —
no more pushing,
or needing anything
to change.
It was enough
to know
we shared this space
in our hearts.
A Quieter View
I began to listen
a little more deeply —
turning down the volume
of thoughts and stories —
focusing more and more
in my heart.
I found the contrast
shocking, really.
There was a tender
kind of sadness
as a quieter view
came more into focus
and what was most real
and true
began to show through
all the clutter.
And I vowed
that however great
the contrast became,
this time —
I wouldn’t let go
of this.
This Listening Prayer
And so it was
this deep listening
prayer
that reached down
into the places
in me
that couldn’t be
reached in other ways —
healing
and reminding me
how to listen
with my heart.
Without Words
I began to get
a sense of
what it meant
to be in the heart,
to notice the peace
I had longed for.
It was quieter
here.
And still I knew
to continue on.
After all,
there really was
no going back
and no clear destination —
only a mysterious
unfolding road
ahead of me
and the most beautiful
prayer I had ever heard —
without any words.
My Very Best
Life began to feel
more organic.
Trying to be
a certain way
or thing
was replaced
with natural movements
of exploring
and doing my
very best with
the pieces in front
of me
in each moment —
showing up
as my truest self
again and again —
trusting in life —
because I had dared
to let go
of everything.
All That Was Left
Because I had felt
the subtle shifting
at the bottom
of my heart
and noticed
its reflection
outside of me,
I continued on —
keeping my focus
in my heart —
whispering,
feeling,
and being
that same quiet prayer
I had followed
so long ago —
when it was
all that was left.
Here, In My Heart
Through a series
of small surrenders,
I began to linger
a little longer
just below the surface
where there was calm —
where sorting out
seemed to happen
a little more naturally —
somehow settling down
all that dared
to meet me
here, in my heart.
Laurie's Notes 